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Tatev Chakhian | One Bed, Two Wars
Poetry

Tatev Chakhian | One Bed, Two Wars

by Granish on Apr 14, 2025 • No Comments
 ONE BED, TWO WARS Here, our bodies crumble in a foreign land, beneath a rumbling sky of a New Year’s Eve that belongs to others. We share a single bed and two wars. He fears that dying might last longer than living. I reassure him: once you get used to...
Anna Davtyan | Language through Lessons
Akrat / Essay

Anna Davtyan | Language through Lessons

by Granish on Feb 22, 2025 • No Comments
The teacher is always the person who needs to be forgiven for temporariness. I thought of this when I was already a teacher. When I was teaching my young students not a specific profession but was explaining the state of things. In a word there is the state of things,...
Vahan Teryan | She smiled at me
Poetry

Vahan Teryan | She smiled at me

by Granish on Feb 9, 2023 • No Comments
She smiled at me, the Nairian girl with slim waist, The Nairian girl –gloomy-eyed and modest, So bright was the face of the mountain-born, The glance so blazing and artless. And my Nairian sun as if glared also In the northern faraways and colds, As if in my field bloomed...
Tatevik Kolarski | Alice Munro’s Short Story “Amundsen”
Criticism

Tatevik Kolarski | Alice Munro’s Short Story “Amundsen”

by Granish on Mar 12, 2022 • No Comments
Alice Munro’s Short Story “Amundsen” and its Translation into Armenian by Anna Davtyan Alice Munro is a Canadian short story writer, winner of numerous literary awards including the 2013 Nobel Prize in Literature for her work as “master of the contemporary short story.” Her short story “Amundsen” appeared in The...
Naira Hambardzumyan | Poetry for the chosen ones
Poetry

Naira Hambardzumyan | Poetry for the chosen ones

by Granish on Apr 4, 2021 • No Comments
  POETRY FOR THE CHOSEN ONES In the beginning was the Time, Then the Word, then the Sin, then the Fig Leaf, And the again – the Time; and what has not been said still Is roaming in the cave. When God created the world, Created the man, created the...
Hrant Matevosyan | The Trees
Short story

Hrant Matevosyan | The Trees

by Granish on Sep 8, 2020 • No Comments
You’re no good, you’re pitiful my child, my son, my firstborn, my hope, my precious, you’re no good, you hold no vengeance. Your grandpa, my papa Ishkhan had a small blood-red horse: it was so small, he says, that wasn’t taken to army and burned with fury whenever any other...
Hovhannes Tumanyan | The Reading of the Universe
Poetry

Hovhannes Tumanyan | The Reading of the Universe

by Granish on Jun 27, 2020 • No Comments
You who gave me a gaze toward the skies To reach the higher ends, dive in the Sun, You who gave me a mind heavenly and vast To measure the measureless, its awesome gaps afar. You who tied us, took hold of my soul, Instilling in there the endless, its...
Artyom Grigoryan | Ups and downs
Short story

Artyom Grigoryan | Ups and downs

by Granish on Jun 22, 2020 • No Comments
It makes me wonder: while the 6th floor of our building completely had been renovated with beautiful doors and highlighted painted walls, on the 7th there is only one lightbulb, which is probably not working since the collapse of the USSR, and I’m pretty sure that the guy who screwed...
Kostandin Yerznkatsi | Others malign me of envy
Poetry

Kostandin Yerznkatsi | Others malign me of envy

by Granish on Jun 22, 2020 • No Comments
Others chock-full of envy mean evil down with me For I compose a poetry that is a treasure sweet. They say, ‘How does his tonque have such delicacy, That among us non can compete or withstand that rivalry?’ Deceived by the dark, doomed to be blind In slumber they’ll never...
Aram Saroyan | NOTES AT SEVENTY
Short story

Aram Saroyan | NOTES AT SEVENTY

by Granish on Dec 25, 2013 • 9 Comments
At the beginning of Desolation Angels, Jack Kerouac is all alone, a fire lookout on a mountain peak in the Pacific Northwest surrounded by mountain stillness on all sides. A practicing if erratic Buddhist—“I’m the Buddhknown as the quitter,” he quipped once to his friend Gary Snyder—he has an epiphany:...
Hovhannes Grigoryan | Never die
Poetry

Hovhannes Grigoryan | Never die

by Granish on Aug 23, 2013 • No Comments
“Never die”, appealed my father to me in the deathbed.
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Ghukas Sirunyan | My mother is asleep
Poetry

Ghukas Sirunyan | My mother is asleep

by Granish on Nov 25, 2014 • No Comments
MY MOTHER IS ASLEEP My mother is asleep beneath the rows of red pepper, Beside the gourds relishing the sun like grandmothers— In the windy warmth of the autumn leaving the meadow. My mother is asleep beside clemency, worth, and fruit-trees, On the edge of vigor, jealousy, and precarious undertakings, Beside the smoldering hearths, vivacious...
Diana Hambardzumyan | Poor Cow—Its Belly Is Swollen
Short story

Diana Hambardzumyan | Poor Cow—Its Belly Is Swollen

by Granish on Nov 25, 2014 • 1 Comment
I saw him for the first time when I was toothless in my mother’s belly. I was all scrunched up, moving around anxiously, and I thought it might be this man with a mustache. I wished that it was me in his place, munching on an apple. Right in my mother’s belly I dreamed that,...
Armenuhi Sisyan | Sometimes
Poetry

Armenuhi Sisyan | Sometimes

by Granish on Oct 6, 2014 • 2 Comments
*** I’m walking on you
An interview with Elfik Zohrabyan
Interview

An interview with Elfik Zohrabyan

by Granish on May 3, 2014 • No Comments
While Armenia has been described in a centuries-old poem as ‘the paradise land, the cradle of humankind,’ the Eurasian country – situated just outside the Fertile Crescent and Levant – might appear far enough off the beaten path to suggest a dearth of significant literature or a lack of notable literary figures. However, Armenia stands...
Hrachya Saribekyan | Eternal engine
Short story

Hrachya Saribekyan | Eternal engine

by Granish on May 2, 2014 • No Comments
Perpetuum mobile-an imaginary machine that works without loss of energetic resources. Its existence contradicts the First Law of Thermodynamics. By the Law of Energy Conservation, all the attempts of making an eternal engine are condemned to failure. I was turning the pedals, but my bicycle was not moving. I was moving faster and faster, with...
Aram Mamikonyan | Two poems
Poetry

Aram Mamikonyan | Two poems

by Granish on Apr 19, 2014 • No Comments
pain was only a woodpecker perched on a temple ma, my hands are torn out daddy, you are far and we are not so much poets to lie at the bottom of the ocean and lit a cigarette till the moss flows and fills our mouths and again a monday drunk and hard-moving, i shall...
Hamo Sahyan| Day Turned Dark
Poetry

Hamo Sahyan| Day Turned Dark

by Granish on Apr 19, 2014 • No Comments
Day Turned Dark To Sero Khanzadyan It is dark. It is time for The evening meal. My melancholy gradually Evolves into crying. They descended contemplating, bowing On the corner of the haystack, One heaven made of milk dough and One half-moon…
Karen Babayan |Blood Oranges Dipped in Salt
Book / Novel

Karen Babayan |Blood Oranges Dipped in Salt

by Granish on Apr 10, 2014 • 1 Comment
Chapter 5 Hangestatsav – Found Peace Hripsimeh’s Story, Tehran, Iran, 5th January 1920 Hripsimeh rose before it was light and lit the portable paraffin stove, took it to warm the bedroom where the children were sleeping. They had been in Tehran for just five years but they had come a long way in more ways...
Ashot Avdalyan | And you wake the day
Poetry

Ashot Avdalyan | And you wake the day

by Granish on Jan 22, 2014 • 1 Comment
DEEPER IN SLEEP THAN A THOUSAND YEARS Deeper in sleep than a thousand years I am kinder than a thousand fairy tales, And more than any spring the mists here Can hear the purling of the warmest creeks. Emptied by my forefather’s hand And in his hand completed, ended, Live these days on the warmest...

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